Something I cherished, broke today. It was symbolic on so many levels.
A suggestion arrived quickly, one from "away" that lessened the blow of today's specific break and so to, the others that went before and because of it.
The suggestion involved creativity, and while I haven't figure out the specifics of how that will go, I decided to be creative tonight anyway.
As I am learning about myself and creation, I'm mostly a conduit, a leader before a follower.
Yesterday I picked up a package of soft pastels. I've never tried them before, don't know a lot about them but they came home none the less. I was interested to see what this purchase would reveal.
I've drawn, in many variations, this scene since I was a child. Sometimes there was a train going through the mountain. Other times, birds silhouetted in the sunset, or just brother sun, smiling away. I've never know where it was, but I wanted to be there.
I've called my silly little first attempt at working with soft pastels, "Away"
I'm looking forward to really exploring them.
Love and Light and Blessings of the Season.